There are shadows of this earth that echo through time. Premonitions, simply a glimmer of an impression of what the future holds.As we look upon these Shadows, they may seem only that, tarnished images that pass with a single breath.Peer past the shadow and the truth shall present itself. A semblance of the new standard, a strange coming prospect.So what were these shadows of things yet to appear? What are the truths they whisper in our ears?